the poetry knook, the poetry of stephen m. james

I’m Getting So Close

I’m getting so close I can’t get away.
Didn’t say I wanted to,
But it might happen someday.
I can’t shake the web we’ve weaved between.
It grows tighter even when you go unseen.
The outpour of guts and dreams
Let us comfort each other and seems
To bond our hearts and our brains.
I’m on a high, but what if it wanes?
If we move a world away,
Our memories can linger and we can say:
I am glad we were friends and shared
I am glad you cared.
Give and take and refine ourselves
We’ll take on the world like the first twelve.


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